Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 9

  His demonic thrusts, the pulsating of his engorged prick inside her cunt, brought her orgasm crashing in from all sides. Liquid heat flooded her entire body, an unstoppable eruption so deep, so prolonged, that she floated on waves of delirium that had her crying his name, her voice echoing from the tiled walls and bouncing back to ring in her own ears. She flung her head recklessly back, desperate to soak up every last throb.

  Astonishingly, her cataclysmic orgasm didn’t tip Isaac over the edge. When she regained her senses she realized he was still rock hard inside her. The man certainly had staying power.

  “Sorry,” she said meekly.

  “I ought to punish you for that.”

  “I know. I couldn’t help myself. It’s your fault. You were driving me crazy.”

  He chuckled. “You don’t know the meaning of the word.”

  Paige longed to see his expression. She wasn’t sure if he was teasing her but didn’t see how he could be serious. Nothing could beat what he’d just given her, could it?

  “Hold the ropes on either side of you.”

  He guided her hands to them and snapped a restraint on each wrist. She was blindfolded, had her arms cuffed on either side of her, and was swinging above a bath. Her only form of balance was Isaac’s cock still buried deep inside her.

  “Now you can’t see and can’t touch. Perhaps that will curb your impulses and increase your remaining senses.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Let’s stand up.”

  “How can we, on a swing?”

  Without answering her, he stood and, still buried inside her, lifted her with just one hand beneath her buttocks. Her restrained hands slid up the swing ropes.

  “Wrap your legs round my waist.”

  She did so, clinging on for grim death, aroused again, not sure if this was more erotic or dangerous.

  “Now I’m gonna fuck you like we’re trapeze artists.” He pushed into her rhythmically, slowly increasing the pressure with each thrust. Paige tightened her grip on his waist as she felt the movement of the swing increase and eagerly plunged her pussy down to meet him each time he sank into her. The cock ring rubbed against her sensitized walls, making her forget about their perilous position, making her greedy to come again. “Like that?” he asked. “Like being fucked on the move?

  “Yes, sir.”

  “So does Nick. He’s whacking off down in the bath.”

  “I’d like to watch that.”

  “You’ll see it on film later.”

  “There’s a camera even in the bathroom?”

  “There are cameras everywhere in this house.”

  Isaac’s voice was thick with passion. He was brutally assaulting her cunt whilst spanking her buttocks hard enough to make her tingle in all the right places. How he could hold her up, fuck her, spare a hand to assault her ass, and maintain their balance on the swing, she had no idea. Nor did she much care, just so long as he didn’t stop.

  “I’m getting close, babe,” he said. “That’s it, go down on me hard. Make me come for you, Paige. Hold me with that sweet cunt of yours and milk my cock. That’s it, baby. That feels soooo good. Do it now!”

  The swing moved jerkily as Isaac ground himself into her, swearing, calling her sluttish names, pulsating as he finally let himself go and they climaxed together. When the tingling sensation finally abated, Isaac kissed her with a tenderness that stole what little breath she had remaining. The swing was barely moving as, still kissing her, he placed her gently back on her feet.

  “Where have you been all my life, sweet Paige?” he asked, stroking the curve of her face with a possessiveness that made her tremble again for an entirely different reason. She couldn’t see his face, but his earnest tone captivated her in spite of her determination not to become emotionally involved with either of them.

  Paige woke the next morning in Ellie’s huge bed. She was alone. She stretched, sore and yet strangely liberated. She would never forget the wild night she’d spent with her two hunky protectors.

  But it seemed they could. Why else would they abandon her so quickly? Before she could get too annoyed, the door opened and Nick appeared bearing a breakfast tray.

  “Ah,” he said, grinning at her. “The dead have woken.”

  “What time is it?”

  “After nine.”

  “Blimey, I did sleep, didn’t I?”

  He laughed. “Eventually, when we let you.”

  “Yes, I seem to recall being woken at regular intervals by one or both of you.”

  “Guilty as charged,” he said, placing the tray on the table by the bed and pouring her a glass of orange juice. “But you didn’t seem to mind.”

  “Thanks,” she said, taking the glass from him and drinking it down quickly. She was parched. “Where’s Isaac?”

  “He left for the office at the crack of some ungodly hour.” Nick rolled his eyes. “Big meetings, apparently.”

  “I should have gone with him.”

  “He said to tell you to pop in when you feel ready but to remind you that the two of you aren’t supposed to be friends. His animosity toward you is public knowledge in the office, and he doesn’t want the suspects to know anything’s changed.”

  “What difference would it make?”

  “Think about it. If Ellie’s killer is keen to take over the company, Isaac would be his main rival for the position of CEO. If they think you don’t like Isaac, they’ll be more likely to confide in you.”

  “Isaac’s idea, I suppose,” she said, a little miffed that he’d left without waking her to say good-bye, even if he was being thoughtful. She mentally upbraided herself. What was wrong with her this morning? She and Isaac weren’t an item, nor did she wish for them to be. She’d already made that quite clear.

  “Come on then,” Nick said. “How about some breakfast?”

  He poured her coffee and presented her with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. She’d turned her nose up at such calorific fare the morning before. Today she wolfed it down.

  “Looks like you’ve worked up quite an appetite,” Nick said, laughing.

  She flashed a wry grin. “So it does.”

  Sitting up, Paige became aware of tenderness in her breasts. She lifted one in her hand and examined it. Watching her, Nick sucked in a sharp breath.

  “I’m sore,” she said.

  “Ah, that would be due to the clover nipple clamps you insisted on wearing for half the night.”

  “Hmm well, the pain’s worth it.” Paige threw back her head and closed her eyes. “The sensation was unbelievable.” She noticed the bulge in his shorts and felt rather sexy again herself. “Wanna kiss them better?”

  “Best not,” he said, standing. “Isaac wouldn’t like it.”

  “You’re kidding me, right? What’s it to do with him?”

  “Er, I get the feeling that he wants you for himself.”

  Paige shook her head. Nick must have gotten the wrong end of the stick. She’d made it very clear to Isaac that she wasn’t going to get emotionally involved. Did he think she wasn’t serious? Well, if he did he was in for a surprise. No one told her what to do. Not anymore.

  “No way,” she said. “You’ve gotten that wrong. Besides, I’m my own person, and what I do is no business of Mr. Drake’s.” She threw the rest of the covers aside, displaying her nakedness and spreading her legs wide for Nick’s perusal. “Come on, Nick. Let’s do it.”

  “I shouldn’t.”

  “Well then, if you only ever do what Isaac wants, I guess I’ll just have to take care of it myself.”

  Her fingers drifted to her pussy. She parted the slick folds, and several digits disappeared inside. Nick watched her with his mouth hanging open, the bulge in his pants increasing in size by the second.

  She quirked a brow at him. “Sure you don’t wanna play?”

  “Yeah,” he said, a slow, sexy grin spreading across his face. “Why not?”

  Chapter Ten

  Paige was still seething about Is
aac’s dictatorial manner when she arrived at the office just after lunch. She and Nick had fucked twice that morning—once in the bed and again in the shower afterward. She would make it her business to tell Isaac precisely what they’d done and that it had happened at her invitation.

  Before she could go in search of Melanie Crowther, Peter Talbot stopped by the desk she’d borrowed.

  “Hey, Paige,” he said. “I heard you were in town.”

  Paige bristled. He was the only person she’d seen so far who appeared unaffected by Ellie’s death. He was acting just as he’d always done in the past—brash, full of himself, and totally repulsive.

  “Hey, Peter,” she said. “Sad times.”

  “Oh yes. Yes indeed. Terrible.”

  “I still can’t believe it.” Paige shook her head. “I expect Ellie to burst into the room at any moment, full of life, dishing out orders in that way of hers that made it impossible to take offence.”

  “It’s been pretty grim round here, but hey, life must go on.”

  Perhaps, but in his case she’d be willing to make an exception. She very badly wanted him to be the killer. She was even more desperate to prove it. Her determination made her take the initiative.

  “I’m staying at Ellie’s place on St. Pete Beach,” she forced herself to say. “There’s some promotional material for the London office I need to discuss with you. I’m not quite sure we’ve got the tone right for the Savage campaign. No chance you could stop by for cocktails, say tomorrow evening, I suppose?” She made it sound as though he’d be doing her a big favor and ignored the lustful expression that spread across his vile features. “If that’s a problem, I could bring the stuff in here later this week. It’s just that I find it hard…you know, Ellie’s office still being closed off and everything. We got along so—”

  “No problem. Tomorrow it is. About six?”

  “Yes, thanks. It won’t take long. I appreciate it, Peter.”

  “Hasta mañana, baby,” he said, saluting her and sauntering away, looking so smug that she wanted to clout the smirk off his face.

  The somber mood at Carter Promotions was made worse for Paige by the unpleasant encounter with Peter. She tried to put it out of her mind, a task made easier when she was greeted warmly by everyone else she saw.

  Paige passed the time of day with a few of the senior staff, especially Ellie’s assistant Sue. A large, very pretty woman, she burst into tears as soon as she saw Paige, repeatedly lamenting the fact that she hadn’t been there when Ellie needed her the most. Blaming herself for something that wasn’t her fault.

  Paige spent an hour dealing with e-mails from the London office that required her attention. She could have done that at home, but it was easier to handle them in a work environment. She felt more grounded, slightly more in control of her emotions, and more determined than ever to reveal the identity of the killer.

  Paige’s encounter with Melanie was far easier than the one with Peter. Mel seemed as upset as Paige, and they spent some time consoling one another.

  “She was one in a million,” Melanie said for the fourth time.

  “I know. She did a lot for me.” Paige offered Melanie a knowing smile. “In all respects of my life. She made me think about who I really was, taught me to go for what I wanted and not be ashamed of it.”

  “Me, too.”

  “Say, you live in Sarasota, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Paige. Why do you ask?”

  “Well, I’m staying at Ellie’s place. It gets a bit lonely. Nick’s there but not around that much. I was just thinking, it’s on your way home, so why don’t you stop by for a drink?”

  “Well, I suppose I could—”

  “We can talk about Ellie.” Paige shrugged. “But if you don’t want to, if you’ve got something else on, I’ll understand.”

  Melanie didn’t hesitate. “I’d like that,” she said.

  “Great, I look forward to it.”

  “Me, too.” Melanie’s phone rang, and she reached for it. “I’ll see you later then.”

  Satisfied with her afternoon’s work, Paige gathered her papers together. She and Isaac passed in the main office and barely spared one another a glance.

  * * * *

  Nick and Isaac were hidden away in the control room just before Melanie’s car pulled into the circular driveway. Paige opened the door wearing capri pants and a tank top, espadrilles on her feet. Melanie, still in her work suit, looked her up and down and nodded her approval.

  “You look cool,” she said.

  “Thanks for coming.” She stood back and ushered Melanie into the house. “Come on through. What would you like to drink?”

  Paige had set a small table next to the couch in the den with glasses and nibbles, making the couch the obvious place to sit.

  “White wine, please.”

  “Good choice. Have a seat. I just opened a bottle.”

  With their glasses filled, the two women sat side by side on the couch.

  “Cheers,” Melanie said, clinking her glass against Paige’s. “It’s a long time since I was last in this house, but not much has changed.”

  “It’s hard,” Paige admitted. “Everywhere I go, I’m reminded of Ellie but…oh, I don’t know, I sort of feel obliged to stay rather than going to a horrible, impersonal hotel.”

  “I know exactly what you mean. In your position, I’d do the same thing.” Melanie quirked a brow. “How come you are staying here, by the way?”

  “Well, Ellie’s lawyer rang with the devastating news. I said I wanted to come over, and he seemed to think it would be all right for me to stay here.”

  “Wonder why he rang you specifically.”

  “Not sure,” Paige lied. “Didn’t think to ask.”

  “No, I suppose you wouldn’t.” Melanie placed her hand over Paige’s in a soothing gesture and was slow to remove it again. “I wondered how you could bear to be here, but now that I’m here I think I understand. Ellie’s presence is kind of soothing.”

  “Yes.” Paige nodded emphatically. “That’s precisely it.”

  Paige had deliberately turned up the air-conditioning and worn a thin tank top with a lacy bra a size too small beneath it. The coolness went straight to her nipples, and she could feel them hardening against the lace. Melanie glanced at them and licked her lips.

  “You and Ellie were good friends. Did she…Were you and she—”

  “No, nothing like that.”

  Melanie reached out and touched one of Paige’s breasts, her fingers so gentle that Paige thought she might have imagined them at first. She absolutely didn’t want Melanie to touch her, felt nothing at all when she did, but glanced down and said nothing. Melanie, apparently encouraged by her passiveness, increased the pressure, pinching a hard nipple through the fabric of her top and bra.

  “I’ve aroused you,” she said softly, “and yet you say you don’t go for women. How can that be?”

  “It’s talking about Ellie that does it.” Paige made no effort to shake Melanie’s hand away, nor did she bother to explain that the air-conditioning was responsible for the state of her nipples, not anything that Melanie had done to her. “I need to lay her ghost.”

  Melanie smiled. “Not a bad idea. Ellie laid enough things in this house for her ghost to feel right at home.”

  Paige forced herself to giggle when she felt like screaming. This could be Ellie’s murderer pawing at her breasts, and if she wanted to get at the truth then she’d have to put up with it. “Yes, I suppose that’s true.”

  Melanie’s eyes bored into Paige’s. “You have lovely breasts.”

  “Thanks.”

  Melanie continued to caress them, and Paige forced herself not to shudder. “It will be difficult to get over Ellie all the time her killer’s still at large,” she said softly.

  Paige was relieved that Mel brought the conversation round to that particular subject, providing her with the perfect opening.

  “Yes it will.”

  She t
hought about the injustice of Ellie’s death and pushed herself into Melanie’s hands, now covering both of her breasts.

  “The police don’t seem to be much further forward.” One hand crept beneath Paige’s top. “Do you mind?” she asked.

  “No, I quite like it,” she lied.

  She’d do whatever she had to in order to get Melanie to say where she’d been on the day of the murder. Then she wanted her out of there as fast as possible so she could clear her mind of the incident by surrendering to Isaac’s and Nick’s not-so-tender ministrations.

  “It’s terrible to think that someone Ellie knew could do that to her,” Melanie said, heaving one of Paige’s breasts over the top of her bra cup and bending her head to suckle at the nipple. “Do you like that?” she asked, raising her head again. “You’re flinching. Did I hurt you?”

  “No, it’s all right.” She could hardly explain about the legacy of the nipple clamps or the repulsion she felt at Melanie’s actions. “Who do you think did it?”

  “I’ve no idea. The police suspect me.”

  “You!” Paige jerked upright, pulling her breast out of Melanie’s hand. “Why?”

  “Because I won’t tell them where I was.”

  “Why not?”

  “I was with another woman.” She sighed. “A married woman. They’d want to know her name. Her husband would find out.”

  “Better that than being a suspect.”

  “No, it’s more complicated than that.” Paige felt her bra fall open as Melanie undid the clasp and went back to work on Paige’s nipples. “The lady works for Carter Promotions. If our affair became public knowledge it would wreck her career and her marriage.”

  “Who is it?”

  Paige held her breath, wondering if Melanie trusted her enough to tell her. She bloody well should. She was sitting here with her breasts in the woman’s hands. If she didn’t tell her now, she would before the evening came to an end. She’d let Melanie do whatever the hell she wanted to do to her just so long as she told her.

  “It’s Sue,” she said, lifting her mouth from Paige’s left breast.

  “Sue Bolton?” Paige couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice. “Ellie’s assistant.”